Yesterday marked four years since Freddy the Gorgeous Boy, known on this page as Cat, died in my arms.
His loss doesn’t hurt as it once did. People are right when they say time is a great healer. But you need to let time do its work. It is a slow business this healing. The memories are now a comfort.
We were talking about him the other night; his larger than life character; the way he loved people; the throng of admirers he had in the neighbourhood who all felt special when he paid them attention.
He was, quite simply, a cat in a million; something I did not appreciate at first as I had never lived with a cat before. So tomorrow night, I shall repeat the ritual begun a week after he died by lighting a candle in his memory and thinking about him and all the other cats, dogs and guinea pigs who have enriched my life. MasterB will get an extra cuddle as my insurpassably lovely and living companion cat.
If you want to join me, to spread the word, to remember those pets who have been special to you, please feel welcome.